OVER THE CLIFF

Flash Evans dribbled the basketball down the gymnasium floor, gave it a final flip through the net, and started for the shower room. “Not leaving, are you?” his friend, Jerry Hayes, called after him. “Yes,” Flash answered regretfully, “I’ll be late getting back to work unless I do. Business before fun, you know.” “Wait a minute and I’ll walk along to the _Ledger_ office with you.” “All right, but step…

This was the sentiment

“And tell him that the struggle on the American front is sometimes very hard.”—Dr. Albert. * * * * * To outwit John Bull on the high seas by running his blockade is a big task. To compete against the combined commercial generals of England, Russia, France and Italy in seeking trade in the Americas is a still larger undertaking. But for one man to attempt both, while incidentally keeping…

While a few strikes

But von Rintelen had still bigger projects afoot. While his precise, swiftly moving mind supervised the Mexican conspiracy, and carefully watched over shipments of supplies to the Fatherland, _he was launching a series of concerted conspiracies designed to cut off this country almost entirely from Europe_. His vivid imagination had led him to picture a Utopian fantasy wherein Americans who believed so absolutely in universal peace—despite the war raging abroad—that…

Order of the Red Eagle

In the days before the Kaiser booted his spur through the treaties of Europe, you could observe, almost any afternoon, a faultlessly-attired man—well built, his big round head resting firmly on a powerful neck—sauntering down Connecticut Avenue, the Rotten Row or Fifth Avenue of Washington. Jauntily swinging his cane and puffing at his inevitable cigarette, he would bow gracefully in greeting the members of the capital’s smart set. He could…

BUYER OF PASSPORTS AND PROMOTER OF SEDITION

Three other phases of Captain von Papen’s campaigns against the Allies upon American territory as a base of operations remain to be set forth. They are his supervision of a bureau for obtaining fraudulent passports for German reservists ordered home to fight for the Fatherland, the fomentation of insurrections in the colonies of the Allies and of war between Mexico and the United States. PASSPORT FORGERIES The passport bureau is…

Superintendent of the New York

America has been the great background of the European War. Though far removed from the trenches with the play of artillery and the heroic charges, this country has been the scene of an equally dramatic, though silent struggle—a battle not visible to the eye. It has been a conflict of wits, of statesman pitted against statesman, of secret agent striving to outdo his opponent of a belligerent nation; for in…

Over fallen twigs

Tiny never forgot the pleasant half hour that followed his graduation. Although he felt happy, he was sorry to leave dear old Beaver Creek with its many delightful associations. After waving a friendly farewell to Mr. Opossum, Jolly Gopher, and his other chance acquaintances, he turned to bid his classmates goodby. The bird choir was still singing its sweetest airs. “Your poem was very good for a beginner,” said Miss…

This advice was a golden

Tiny’s last ramble through the copse near Beaver Creek was one that he never forgot. He was beginning to realize how much more pleasing are the works of Nature when one really takes an interest in them. He had learned to study even the snail in his shell house and the Venus’ fly-trap that catches insects. “Aren’t the skies blue, and the trees and grasses green, and the music of…

The little red squirrel’s heart

On Saturday afternoon Tiny and Winkie Weasel went out for a frolic in the forest beyond the river. Reynard Redfox had almost recovered from his severe cold, but he stayed at home, thinking of the golden summer so near at hand with its red strawberries and wild grapes. Winkie came from a family of very bloodthirsty and suspicious character, but Miss Hare’s teachings had made him as gentle as Weenie…

ALMOST EVERY DAY A MESSENGER PIGEON BROUGHT HIM A LETTER

When Tiny learned to write letters, he spent many happy hours corresponding with his mother and his friends at Squirreltown. Almost every day a messenger pigeon brought him a letter, which he read with great pleasure. Here are a few of these letters that passed between Beaver Creek and Squirreltown: Beaver Creek, Joy Co., Animal Kingdom, May 1, —-. My Dear Mother: While you were sleeping away the long, cold…